Sentenced To Diapers - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Daisy awoke from naptime with the usual sensations - a cold wet diaper and a hungry stomach. She had been in the facility for a few weeks now and knew the drill. Get up. Eat. Pee. Poop. Sleep. Poop some more. It had gotten pretty repetitive. She came to learn that Heather wasn't the only 'Nanny' that would come through to change her diapers, a whole staff of women were employed to deal with the 'prisoners'.

As if on cue, the nanny in-charge for the day, April, came in swiftly, "Time for uppeys little baby-Daisy!" April cooed. "Did baby-Daisy make any uh-ohs in her dipees today?"

"No. . . just peepees. . . " Daisy replied, still not used to the fact that she was a baby for all intents and purposes.

"Well I'll mark that on your chart. . . " April replied as she added a new yellow sticker to the chart, now crowded with yellow and brown stickers. "It looks like you haven't had a dry nap or bedtime in a couple weeks. Soo much for being a 'big girl' huh?"

Daisy just rolled her eyes, pulled back the crib's sheets and laid there waiting for her soggy diaper to be removed and replaced with a dry one. As if on command, April came over and began changing the baby-woman. "You know, my mother in law was saying yesterday that she really likes the little sad frowny face you make when you mess your diapees."

"What do you mean??" Daisy said frantically as her gaze looked up to the camera on the wall. "Am I being . . . filmed??"

"Of course you are! Don't you remember agreeing to that before you arrived?" April said as she finished putting a pair of light blue plastic pants over Daisy's fresh diaper.

"No! Who can see this??" Daisy replied, her eyes filling with tears.

"Anyone on the internet honey. You're quite the internet sensation right now! I heard someone say that you get about a million views each and every day. Isn't that great! Our own little celebrity baby!"

Daisy's head began spinning at the ramifications of this. Certainly people knew that she had been sent to jail for regression therapy, but to think that people have been watching her wet and mess her diapers? It was too much. Daisy flooded her fresh diaper and could hear the hiss as the urine surged out of her and into the diaper.

"The viewers really like that, when they can hear you filling your diapers. I heard someone even made a little music video using sounds from you wetting and messing yourself. Isn't that great!?" April said excitedly.

"No! I'm not a baby! I don't deserve this! I . . . Am . . . a big girl!" Daisy sputtered as the flow subsided between her thighs.

"Big girl?! Come on honey! You haven't kept a diaper dry and clean in weeks. You suck your thumb when you sleep and you just filled your diaper during a tantrum. Does that sound like a big girl to you?"

Daisy began to cry softly. "No. . . it sounds . . .it sounds . . like a little baby. . . .I'm a little wet and messy baby. . ."

"Alright well that diaper should be able to hold more, so we are going to take you out for your first playtime in the yard!" April announced.

"The. . .yard?" Daisy sniffed.

"Yes, you've been here long enough that the warden decided you can start going out into the yard outside for playtime."

April helped Daisy into a stroller that Daisy had wondered the purpose of. It was becoming clear. 

"Who else is going to be out there??" Daisy asked, not wanting to know the answer.

"Well, there are a lot of women that are here for petty crimes. Regular prisoners. They've been really excited to have a baby around to care for. They can all be your mommies!" April said happily.

As Daisy was locked into the stroller and wheeled out of her room, she felt her diaper expanding. A mess was quickly forming in her pants and she hadn't even felt it coming. Within a couple moments, April caught the smell and announced that the other women would probably fight over who got to change the baby.